My first night out as a slave, I was strapped into a glory hole and used all night long.
A real horse lover discovers the pain and the pleasure of becoming a real pony girl
The consultancy offices were easy to find - a modern one-story office building, well landscaped, with a handful of parking places near the entrance. Shannon didn't have a car since most of her daily needs were fulfilled by the university, so she walked the few short blocks to the offices. She entered the small lobby and went to the receptionist's station, a simple window cut into the side of the wall with a narrow shelf upon which rested a small silver bell. A textured plastic pane separated her from the persons on the other side of the wall.
A day in the life of a ponygirl, Sweetlips. Blindfolded and cuffed, she is used by a man who unties her be-ribboned pussy with his teeth, whips her, and attaches her to his appendage for the night
The offer was as simple as it was shocking. And very tempting. I
was out working in the yard one hot July afternoon when one of my
neighbors dropped by. I'll call her Hanna to protect the guilty.
Hanna is a wealthy woman in her early forties. She made her money in
the shoe business and sold out two years ago to a foreign competitor
for enough to live comfortably for a dozen lifetimes. I've often
wondered why she stayed in our neighborhood of relatively modest
homes. Hanna is an attractive, fit woman with dark hair and olive
Elaine Shapiro is a working MILF with dark desires. When her secrets are discovered by a coworker her fantasies become very real.
A few days before Christmas and Rebecca was bored. She'd done the jobs that
needed to be done. Fed the damn chickens and collected the eggs. Bought the few
things she'd been asked to buy from the local village store. Living at her
parents' house was sending her mad. Her new house wouldn't be ready for a month
or so. The mortgage had been finalised, the details cleared. It was just the
long wait until completion before she'd be free once again. It wasn't that she
didn't love her parents, just the fact that she hadn't lived with them for
Chapter 7
The week ended and Symphony was thrilled throughout the entire experience. It was painful at times. It was humiliating often. But it was the change that she needed. She felt alive again.
At the end of the Saturday night party, Cliff had claimed his prize. He chose to stay in his parents’ home for the night rather than take her back to the dorm. While he would have loved to show off the beautiful blonde slavegirl to his friends, he decided to enjoy her alone instead. He did not want to share his prize.
Chapter 6
Saturday night was to be Symphony’s debut. The Whitcombs were holding a party and they planned on Symphony being the star attraction.
Symphony knew that there was to be a party. And she figured that her owners planned to display their girl in some way. But she didn’t know how that was going to work or what would be expected of her. And not knowing was probably worse than knowing. Everything from gang rape to torture ran through her mind. Whatever they did to her, she knew it would be humiliating.
Chapter 5
The slavery had started on a Wednesday and now it was already Saturday. Other than the initial meal of urine, Symphony’s experiences had been mostly good. There had been moments of pain or humiliation but even those had been thrilling. On the whole, this had been exactly what she needed. It was a clean, although temporary, break from the life that had been driving her toward insanity.